A crowded ten hour flight, trapped with a crying baby and Hughie is rethinking his future plans. One step at a time, he reminds himself. Maybe they'll turn out to be a childfree couple that pushes a small dog around town in a stroller. He can't decide which is more embarrassing. Perhaps the screaming baby is the better option.
By the time they reach their destination, Hotel Abbazia is eerily dead and Campbell himself isn't feeling much more alive. "Never would I have expected first class to be that stressful." Of course, when wasn't Hughie's life filled with chaos? "I'm so sorry," He says with a laugh. "When we get up to the room we can sleep for fourteen hours and everything will seem better in the morning."
After checking in at the front desk, he hands the luggage over to the porter. "I hear there's an enormous bathtub that can fit like four people, but luckily for us, we're only two." And he wants in that tub badly. "Unless you know two people in Italy you'd want to invite?" The crooked smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he follows behind the bellman.
Finally in their suite, he tips the attendant before collapsing into a chair. He runs a hand over his face and into his hair, scratching the back of his head. Head canting, a loving smile traces his lips as he looks her over. "We made it. We're on vacation. Not a Butcher or a werewolf in sight." He chuckles softly. "Room service?"
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